Book of poems

The Rhyme

Author: Marcus (Me)

Once during a time

In a town of full of selfish fools

They heard a rhyme

In the morning light it sounded like a call

Their wondering minds

Made them fragile

Then the twisted call

That once ringed in their minds

Had vanished for some time

The town that was once full of fools

Was now full of fragiles

Until early morning light they did not hear the rhyme

When early light came again to the fragiles

They waited for the rhyme

For then they did not hear the twisted call

And went back to a town of fools

They thought it was gone in their minds

But they waited for it to pass with time

Night fell upon the town of fools

Silent they waited for the twisted call

Then there it was again the rhyme

It ringed in their minds

Making them a town full of fragiles

But it flew by like time

As early morning eased their minds

They waited for the rhyme

As the day went by with time

It was now noon there it was again the call

Then they couldn't call themselves fools anymore

They called themselves fragiles

As time flew by so did the rhyme

It stayed in their minds

They couldn't take the twisted call

The once town full of fools

Now full of angry fragiles

The call stopped once it was night time

The town full of fragiles

Was now tired of the twisted call

They slept for some time